Prim and Proper
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Prim and Proper
James sat down upon the padded stool that sat before the vanity and
exhaled, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His aunt always insisted
that he wake early normally, but today was special. His mother was
coming to pick him up today, and that meant extra time was needed to get
ready. It was 6:30 A.M.
James' head pivoted around, taking in the room. Today would be his last
morning here. The walls were painted pink, the carpet a white shag. On
the walls hung paintings- paintings of a cute little sheep, and a girl
in an antiquated frilly dress. On the white wooden nightstand was a vase
of flowers. A shelf contained dolls, and books meant for girls, things
like Black Beauty and Little Women, things James considered mindless
drivel. In the closet hung dresses and skirts, and shoes lined the
floor. In a pink painted dresser, cute panties had been neatly folded,
along with shorts, bras, tops, and even leotards and tights. Aunt Rose
had enrolled James in ballet classes. How he hated them.
James returned his gaze back to the oval shaped mirror. He looked at the
creature reflected in it. It was him, but not. His hair had grown down
to his collar bone. It was wavy, and a deep, rich color that sat
somewhere between a sandy brown and a blonde. Aunt Rose had said it
should be grown even longer. Thick bangs had been cut into it, and they
hung down to just at his eyebrows, which had been thinly (and painfully)
plucked. His deep blue eyes were rimmed by dark lashes, and his face
looked different. It had gained just the slightest bit of weight, like
baby fat, really. His lips had plumped into soft, kissable pillows.
James cast his eyes down to the vanity. In the far-off corner there was
a roller set. An old-fashioned silver backed brush was laid down next to
it. The area in front of the mirror was replete with makeup of all
kinds- lipsticks, mascara, eye shadow, foundation, blush, and more. An
array of nail polishes was lined up alongside them. The drawers were
stuffed full of hair ties, barrettes, bobby pins, bows, and ribbons. An
ornate box that sat closest to James contained his jewelry.
It was hard to believe how much his life had changed, just how much he
himself had changed, in the three months since his Mother dropped him
off here. He had been a rebellious boy, but now he was a sweet girl.
"Jennifer dear, have you plugged in your rollers? I've got your bath
ready."
"Yes, Auntie!"
James hadn't, and immediately plugged them in, not wanting to draw his
Auntie's ire. A few minutes later, she burst into his room. She never
knocked. "Good morning, Jennifer! Excited to see Mother today? Go along
and bathe. Don't forget to shave. I'll get things sorted out here."
Dutifully, James went to the bathroom. There was already a bubble bath
in the tub, and he stripped off the night gown he wore, revealing his
body. It too had changed, softened like his face had. He had tender
lumps upon his chest, which his Auntie promised would get bigger.
Sometimes, when the boy passed a palm or thumb over his nipples, a jolt
of pleasurable sensation jolted through him. His butt had grown to an
arguably greater extent than his breasts had, and it looked positively
cute whenever he wore short shorts or his leotard. His cock was a tiny
worm which sat on top of a nearly smaller set of balls. His Aunt made
him swallow two pills with every meal. These were the results.
James sat down into the warm water and began to soap himself up, and
then dipped his head underneath the faucet before squeezed shampoo into
his palms. He worked the peach scent into his scalp. Then the poor boy
leaned back and grabbed the shaving cream and razor. He traced it over
his legs, then his arm pits. The motions were seared into his muscle
memory. He washed himself clean and then left the tub, grabbing two
towels. One, he wrapped around his head turban style, the other, he
wrapped around his chest, just like any other girl would.
Back in his room, Aunt Rose ordered James to sit down at the vanity. She
took down his hair-turban, and then plugged in a hair dryer. She combed
through his hair as she took the heat to it. "Gosh, your hair is so
thick," Rose remarked. "Do me a favor, and paint your nails while I do
your hair. Go with that color, there." Aunt Rose pointed with her chin
to a pastel pink. "Yes, Auntie."
Aunt Rose began winding up James' hair in the curlers, soon leaving him
with a headful of prickly plastic cylinders. "Sit up now, prim and
proper." She wrapped his head in a silk cloth. His hands were left
splayed out, the pink polish drying. After an hour of girlish small
talk, Aunt Rose declared his hair finished and took the curlers out,
James' hair springing back up tightly. Aunt Rose drew the brush through
it gently, setting it in soft curls.
She directed the boy to the clothes she had chosen. A knee length pink
dress with a white sash around the waist, peter pan style collar, and
short puffed sleeves, a white slip, nude hose, and a white bra and panty
set. It was complete by some white sandals with a short, chunky heel.
James' pulled the panties up his thighs, and strapped the bra to his
changing chest, expertly tightening it. He dropped the slip down over
his head, and then stepped into the pantyhose, which sent an involuntary
shiver down his spine. Wearing hose with freshly shaven legs always did
this to him. Finally, he stepped into the dress, and Aunt Rose did the
pearl buttons on the back up. James then buckled his sandals on.
"Now, your face, Jennifer."
It was back to the vanity where James began to apply foundation, then
concealer, then blush. He reddened his cheeks slightly, giving himself a
rosy glow. Then he applied pink lipstick to his plump lips, and then
lined his eyes before thickening his lashes by applying mascara. While
he did this, Aunt Rose drew back locks from his temples on either side,
bringing them to meet together in the back, where she clicked in a
barrette that was attached to a flouncy white bow. A dusting of light
blue eyeshadow, and the boy was finished with his makeup.
Next came the jewelry. James slipped the silver studs into his pierced
lobes, and then grabbed a small silver chain. On one end hung a small
cross, studded with (faux) rhinestones. He placed it around his neck,
and then snapped a bracelet in place across his wrist. One ring for his
left hand (a Celtic style knot) and two for his right (one a "promise
ring," the other a simple thin band with a heart embossed on it). He was
done.
"Oh, Jennifer, you look so beautiful. Like an angel. I know you've
worked so hard this summer, and I'm so proud of you. I know your mother
will be, too."
"Oh, why don't I take a photo of you. Go sit down on the bed, please."
James did as he was told, sitting down on the bed and crossing one leg
over the other in a ladylike fashion. Aunt Rose grabbed a polaroid
camera that was kept on the shelf. That same camera had captured many
painful memories over the summer- like James' ear piercing, and the
first time he wore a girls' bathing suit.
"Cheese!"
James smiled and his Aunt snapped the picture. It was ejected from the
camera. Within a few minutes, the snapshot of James in all his feminine
finery would emerge, and stay there forever as a document of this day.
Aunt Rose was going to put it in her summer scrapbook for sure.
Thirty minutes later, James' mother drove up the driveway. James was
standing nervously in the entryway next to his aunt. He had a smile
forced upon his face, and it hurt. His mother entered, and stood before
him, eyes wide open and mouth slightly parted in shock.
"Jennifer?" she asked.
"Y-yes."
"My goodness- you look gorgeous!"
She ran to embrace the feminized boy. "Your hair! That dress!" Tearily,
she turned to Aunt Rose. "Oh, thank you Rose, thank you so much! I- he-
thank you!"
"Don't forget to thank Jennifer, here. With some encouragement, she took
to girlhood like a fish to water. She's become quite prim and proper."
Rose smiled.
Soon, mother and son were leaving. "Say goodbye to your Aunt, sweetie,"
mother said to James. "Goodbye Auntie!" Aunt Rose waved goodbye,
shouting to the pair that Jennifer should come and visit again next
summer.
The first five minutes of the car ride were silent. Then Mother began to
speak. "Oh, Jennifer. You'll just love your new room."
"New room?" James sounded uneasy.
"Of course, honey. We couldn't keep it like you had it."
More silence.
"Rose told me how much you liked ballet. I looked and found a studio
fifteen minutes from home. I've already spoken to the instructor there
and enrolled you. Are you excited?"
"Y-yes..."
Jennifer spent the rest of the car ride watching the landscape hurtle
by. She was afraid of what was to come- her feminine future as a girl.
What would everyone think of the new girl in the ballet class? Would the
neighbors notice a girl around the house? Would Mother make her go
shopping? Or to the salon? The endless girlish possibilities made the
poor girl uneasy. There was no escape.
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